“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.” ― William Butler Yeats
The anger lies, so deep down, below.
Deep down, Does it lie.
From whence comes truth?
Truth does not lie.
It moves, and feels, and grows.
From whence, find I, The truth, That doth not,
Lie,
their by, and not below?
I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.
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I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.